Raven's Return - Ruby Dixon Page 0,89

I would be thrilled despite my fatigue.

The drumming gets louder, and I bare my teeth in frustration. "Why…are they celebrating?"

"W-what?" R'ven giggles, pressing my hand to her teats and shivering. "What are you talking about, babe?"

"The drums…" I try to shake my head, but my eyes are closing again. Feels like too much effort. "Who gave them my drum?"

She giggles again, and even though my eyes are closed, I feel her bend over me. "No one's drumming, silly."

"I hear it."

Her lips brush against my cheek, and her teats—still shivering—rub against my hand. As she moves over me, her scent—thick with arousal—washes over me and my cock aches, my sac prickling and tightening as if I am about to spill already. Never have I been so aroused. "You…you don't hear it?" She nips at my ear even as she lies down next to me.

"The…drums?"

"It's resonance, silly." Her breath whispers over my skin, warm and fragrant and wonderful. "We're resonating, but I think most of you is too tired to figure that out. Go back to sleep. It can wait."

Resonance? I want to say more, but sleep is already pulling me under. "R'ven…"

"I'll be right here," she promises, and curls up at my side.

33

U’DRON

I do not know how long I sleep, only that when I wake up, it is dark outside, the stars twinkling through the smoke-hole at the top of the shelter. R'ven is curled up next to me, my hand still clasped in hers, and her thighs clasped around both. She is deep in sleep, her chest thrumming with resonance.

As mine is.

Incredulous, I gaze at my mate. How did I resonate while I was unconscious? How did I not immediately wake up and realize this? My cock seems very aware of the situation, stiff and aching, and when I pull the blankets up to glance down at it, I see I am yet naked. My shaft is wet with pre-cum, the furs sticking to my cock as I pull them away. It has been hard and leaking for some time, it seems. I glance around—we are in V'ronca's tent, in the section she reserves for those that have injured themselves. Over the enticing, insistent scent of my mate, I can dimly smell the scent of the other female and her mate in the next chamber over. They are asleep…

And R'ven is right here. Her khui sings to mine, and hungry yearning fills me as I gaze at my beautiful mate. R'ven's hands still clench mine between her thighs, and I experimentally push her legs apart. She rolls with a sleepy sigh, and then the thick musk of her arousal hits me like a cresting wave. My mouth waters.

I need my mate.

With silent movements, I slide down in the furs. My body still feels heavy with exhaustion, but I am not so tired that I cannot claim my female. I tug at her leggings, disliking them intensely. I prefer when she wears my tunic as a dress, because then I can simply flip the hem up and my mouth can be on her cunt in an instant. I loosen the drawstring of her leggings and tug the leather down her hips.

R'ven stirs from her sleep. "Mmm…what…"

"Shhh," I tell her. "I am going to make you come, but you must be silent."

I love the sound of her sucking in a breath, and then the way her fingers tighten in my mane as I push my face between her thighs and lick at her folds. She is not telling me to stop. She is not shy, either. Instead, she pulls me in, rubbing her cunt against my face as I hungrily drag my tongue over her. Her khui makes her body shiver with need, the song of it throbbing and endless, as endless as my own. It adds another layer of sensation to our mating. I plunge my tongue into her body, pumping into her with it, even as I rub my thumb over her clit. I want her to come hard and fast.

I need it. I need it like nothing I have ever needed before, and the sheer ferocity of my hunger staggers me.

R'ven grinds her cunt against my face, her breath heaving and overloud in the darkness. Her hands are so tight in my mane that it feels as if she is going to pull out fistfuls of it, but I do not ask her to stop. I revel in the pain, knowing that I am driving her wild.

My mate. My